Directing Herbert White Read Online Free PDF Page A
Author: James Franco
after hearing the poem read in a class at Warren Wilson that it was something he wanted to adapt into film. These impulses are visceral. It wasnât just because it was about a killer, it was because the killer had been fused with something else. Frank was playing with both sides of the coin again. There are moments in the poem when the killer takes down his mask, and the poet shows through.
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It wasnât just that Frank had decided to put Herbertâs story into lines of verse; Frank had given elements of his own Bakersfield childhood to Herbert. The father, the place, and the desire to make sense of the world were all Frankâs.
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James learned all of this later.
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Frank also gave Herbert his own young lifeâs isolation and loneliness. This is a guess, but Frank as a young gay man in 1950s Bakersfield must have felt like he had a secret, a secret so dark that he could tell no one. A secret so dark he attempted to become a priest to avoid himself.
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At the end of the poem it sounds like Herbert is in hell or in jail. He says,
âHell came when I saw
MYSELF . . .
and couldnât stand
what I see . . .
This is a reference to Lowellâs âSkunk Hour,â âI myself am hell,â which references Miltonâs Satan. There is no way Herbert, without Frankâs help, would ever reference Milton.
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There is a part in the poem,
Still, I liked to drive past the woods where she lay,
tell the old lady and the kids I had to take a piss,
hop out and do it to her . . .
The whole buggy of them waiting for me
made me feel good;
He has a family! And they donât know heâs a killer! So, he has a deep secret. This was the source of tension that James would use in the film. Herbert has a secretâheâs a murderer of women and a fucker of corpsesâwhich he can tell no one.
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A beautiful thing happened. In the place in Virginia where James was planning to shoot the film, they started tearing down the trees. Huge machines cutting them down and shipping them away. Machines like youâve never seen, one with a tractor body and a crane arm at the end of which is a huge claw that clutches whole trees and cuts them with a circular saw in one, two, three seconds, then tosses the trunk like a doll.
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They let the actor playing Herbert, Michael Shannon, get in this machine and drive it for the film.
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The machine stood in for Herbertâs inner life. He cut people down.
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The man who actually operated the machine for a living was named Gator. He taught Michael Shannon to drive the terrible thing. It was as easy as playing a video game.
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Once they had the machine as a metaphor they had everything they needed. The machine was the key to the story of Herbert White as told on film.
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Frank never reads the poem to audiences. The one time he did, back in the 1960s, he warned the audience that it was not a confessional poem, because confessional poetry was all the rage in those days. The only way into the hall was a wooden staircase, and after Frank started the reading an elderly woman made her way up the stairs, clop, clop, clop. She came in and listened. She didnât like what she heard. She got up and went back down, right though the reading, clop, clop, clop.
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The poem is told in the first person, but it isnât Frank speaking. Heâs wearing a mask. Or two.
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Frank isnât married. He lives alone among stacks of books and DVDs and CDs. The stacks are so large and numerous they have become his walls.
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Sometimes, I would like to live in a tight space and be a spy on the world.
Ledger
Iâve tried to write about you.
I didnât know you.
There was the one time I met you in Teddyâs,
The club connected to the Roosevelt Hotel,
The night Prince was playing,
Around the time of all the award shows
When you were nominated for everything
For Brokeback Mountain.
And
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It wasnât just that Frank had decided to put Herbertâs story into lines of verse; Frank had given elements of his own Bakersfield childhood to Herbert. The father, the place, and the desire to make sense of the world were all Frankâs.
â¢
James learned all of this later.
â¢
Frank also gave Herbert his own young lifeâs isolation and loneliness. This is a guess, but Frank as a young gay man in 1950s Bakersfield must have felt like he had a secret, a secret so dark that he could tell no one. A secret so dark he attempted to become a priest to avoid himself.
â¢
At the end of the poem it sounds like Herbert is in hell or in jail. He says,
âHell came when I saw
MYSELF . . .
and couldnât stand
what I see . . .
This is a reference to Lowellâs âSkunk Hour,â âI myself am hell,â which references Miltonâs Satan. There is no way Herbert, without Frankâs help, would ever reference Milton.
â¢
There is a part in the poem,
Still, I liked to drive past the woods where she lay,
tell the old lady and the kids I had to take a piss,
hop out and do it to her . . .
The whole buggy of them waiting for me
made me feel good;
He has a family! And they donât know heâs a killer! So, he has a deep secret. This was the source of tension that James would use in the film. Herbert has a secretâheâs a murderer of women and a fucker of corpsesâwhich he can tell no one.
â¢
A beautiful thing happened. In the place in Virginia where James was planning to shoot the film, they started tearing down the trees. Huge machines cutting them down and shipping them away. Machines like youâve never seen, one with a tractor body and a crane arm at the end of which is a huge claw that clutches whole trees and cuts them with a circular saw in one, two, three seconds, then tosses the trunk like a doll.
â¢
They let the actor playing Herbert, Michael Shannon, get in this machine and drive it for the film.
â¢
The machine stood in for Herbertâs inner life. He cut people down.
â¢
The man who actually operated the machine for a living was named Gator. He taught Michael Shannon to drive the terrible thing. It was as easy as playing a video game.
â¢
Once they had the machine as a metaphor they had everything they needed. The machine was the key to the story of Herbert White as told on film.
â¢
Frank never reads the poem to audiences. The one time he did, back in the 1960s, he warned the audience that it was not a confessional poem, because confessional poetry was all the rage in those days. The only way into the hall was a wooden staircase, and after Frank started the reading an elderly woman made her way up the stairs, clop, clop, clop. She came in and listened. She didnât like what she heard. She got up and went back down, right though the reading, clop, clop, clop.
â¢
The poem is told in the first person, but it isnât Frank speaking. Heâs wearing a mask. Or two.
â¢
Frank isnât married. He lives alone among stacks of books and DVDs and CDs. The stacks are so large and numerous they have become his walls.
â¢
Sometimes, I would like to live in a tight space and be a spy on the world.
Ledger
Iâve tried to write about you.
I didnât know you.
There was the one time I met you in Teddyâs,
The club connected to the Roosevelt Hotel,
The night Prince was playing,
Around the time of all the award shows
When you were nominated for everything
For Brokeback Mountain.
And